My daughter is ready to have her baby. Now. Her due date was yesterday. She’s been living with us since the middle of July so she can have her regular doctor deliver the baby instead of a new doctor “up north” where she’s recently moved. For her, the hard part is living out of a suitcase instead of getting nestled into her new place with her fiancé. She’s been in limbo without anything to keep her busy. She’s finished college (taking five classes last semester to graduate) and she’s not working (until after the baby is born). The extreme heat doesn’t help either. I see the frustration in her eyes and can relate.
I remember what it was like to wait. I was two weeks late with my first child, and I was in tears when the days went by with no sign of labor. In the last month, you get to the point where you are just “done” with it all. You’re done with being pregnant. You can’t wait to see the baby, you want to get on with your life, you want your body back to normal, and for labor to be done (especially knowing the pain involved).
My only advice is to say, “All in due time.” Whether you’re waiting for a week or a month (two weeks before and or two weeks after your due date), the baby will come. Waiting is a natural part of childbirth and most mothers-to-be go through it.
My thought, this may be God’s way of teaching you the first skill of parenthood: Patience. Trust me; you’ll need it when raising your child.